Immortal Martial Venerable

No one would have thought that Fatty was actually a body-stealing Taoist body prepared for him by the founder of Wuliang Sword Sect.

If it weren't for Gu Fei's intervention, the Infinite Sword Ancestor would really be able to be reborn through Fatty's Dao Reincarnation, but now, with Gu Fei here, all his plans will be in vain.

This made the remnant soul of Wuliang Sword Ancestor almost go crazy.

In the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain of the Wuliang Sword Sect, above the stone platform, a faint and unreal figure burst out with a monstrous kendo rhyme. At this moment, the swords on all the sword cultivators in the Wuliang Sword Sect flew directly into the air. After leaving, he turned into sword light and flew into the forbidden area behind the mountain.

Even the natal swords of the sword masters from the Wuliang Sword Sect flew away.

The sword charm that erupted from the forbidden area in the back mountain was so powerful that it overwhelmed all sword cultivators. The saintly realm boss was as weak as an ant in front of this charm.

Everyone could only watch as the natal sword they had practiced all their lives flew away uncontrollably.

All the sword cultivators were trembling.

On the top of the mountain, in the square in front of the Jijian Hall, the thirteen sword masters of the Infinite Sword Sect, together with their sect leader and the Supreme Elder, all lay on the ground, all terrified and desperate.

As a result, a magical scene appeared in the entire Wuliang Sword Sect's mountain gate, and all the sword cultivators were frightened and fell to the ground.

Even the Dongji Ancestral Dragon, who used all his strength to activate the Hunyuan Umbrella, could only barely protect himself.

If he hadn't been protected by the Hunyuan Umbrella, he might have knelt down long ago.

"Is there still a swordsman supreme in the Wuji Realm in the East Ji Realm?"

"How can this be……"

Dongji Ancestral Dragon was shocked and inexplicable. In his knowledge, in the entire East Ji, for countless years, there was only one supreme swordsman in the Wuji realm, and that person was the founder of the Wuliang Sword Sect.

And he couldn't sense the presence of Gu Fei in the forbidden area of ​​​​the back mountain.

Among all the people present, the most unlucky one was Chimatsuko. This guy had nothing to do with the swordless way, but he actually cultivated himself into a sword-like existence. He was swordless, but he was just a "swordless person" sword".

Therefore, he directly performed a trapeze and flew directly into the forbidden area behind the mountain.

At this time, countless sword lights rushed in from outside the forbidden area, and then instantly disappeared into the empty figure in the air.

One, two, countless swords, whether they are ordinary swords or the natal sword of a saintly master, as long as they are psychic swords, they are all frantically converging towards the remnant soul of the Infinite Sword Ancestor. Rushed together.

Soon, a figure appeared in the void, and countless psychic swords gathered together, turning into a bad old man with white hair and white eyebrows.

"Use a sword to condense your true body?"

When Gu Fei saw this scene, he couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth slightly. It seemed that this guy was driven into a hurry by himself, and he even did not hesitate to destroy the natal swords of everyone in the entire Wuliang Sword Sect.

"You are also a cruel person!"

Gu Fei gave a thumbs up to the figure above.

He didn't care at all whether the natal swords of those guys from the Wuliang Sword Sect were destroyed or not.

At this moment, a figure fell from the sky without any warning and directly hit the real body of Wanjian condensed from the remnant soul of the Infinite Sword Ancestor.

The two figures hit the ground directly from the air. The guy who fell from the sky actually suppressed the Wanjian True Body of the Infinite Sword Ancestor under him.

"..."

Gu Fei was a little confused, what kind of rhythm is this?

"Roar!"

The Wanjian avatar of the Infinite Sword Ancestor roared angrily. This was so embarrassing. He was the backer of the Infinite Sword Sect, but he was actually knocked down from the air by a guy.

Do I, the Patriarch of the Infinite Sword Sect, have no respect for face?

"Really...an ancestor?"

At this time, Qingsongzi was so frightened that he actually hit his ancestor.

He also suppressed his ancestors, which was completely disrespectful!

Moreover, under the suppression of Sword Ancestor Daoyun, Qingsongzi's sword power seemed to be completely sealed and could not be used at all.

"roll!"

Wuliang Sword Ancestor directly knocked away the Qingsongzi that was pressing on him, and then stood up from the ground.

But the next moment, he suddenly thought of something.

"Come back to me."

Wuliang Sword Ancestor stretched out his right hand and grabbed Qingsongzi in the air, who was sent flying away.

Qing Songzi, who had just crashed into a pavilion, flew back, grabbed Qing Songzi's neck, and lifted him into the air.

"Haha... It's really hard to find anything without wearing iron shoes. It takes no effort at all to get here!"

Wuliang Sword Ancestor stared at the green pine nut in his hand and laughed.

At this time, in the Wuliang Sword Sect's mountain gate, all the people who had lost their natal swords were doing the same thing, which was to vomit blood, and the vomited blood was old blood.

Because the moment Wuliang Sword Ancestor condensed the true form of Ten Thousand Swords, their natal swords directly lost contact with them.

Their natal sword has been destroyed.

The natal sword was destroyed, and all the sword cultivators suddenly experienced a sharp decline in their cultivation. They were greatly shocked and vomited blood constantly, and everyone died.

"Why did ancestors..."

Supreme Elder Ming Jian was shocked, angry, and heartbroken. Is our ancestor going to destroy the entire Wuliang Sword Sect?

No one would have thought that Wuliang Sword Ancestor would directly destroy everyone's natal sword, which was their natal sword that they had practiced all their lives!

At this moment, everyone felt resentment towards the Infinite Sword Ancestor.

For a sword cultivator, the natal sword is literally half a life.

"Why……"

The Infinite Thirteen Sword Masters were also extremely angry. They never imagined that their ancestors would destroy half of their cultivation, making them even unstable in the holy realm.

The most important thing is that a sword cultivator who has lost his natal sword is like a ferocious beast without claws. Once he meets other holy realm bosses, he will be tortured.

"You want to play Fusion?"

At this time, in the forbidden area of ​​​​the back mountain, on the stone platform, Gu Fei looked at Wuliang Sword Ancestor opposite, holding a green pine nut, with a half-smile.

"how do you know?"

Wuliang Sword Ancestor couldn't help but be moved when he heard this. Who is this person? He can actually see his intentions.

"No, ancestor, ancestor, please spare your life!"

At this time, Qingsongzi had long lost the arrogance he had when he broke into the ancestral land of the Infinite Sword Sect, and his power was completely suppressed in front of the Infinite Sword Ancestor.

In other words, Wuliang Sword Ancestor can do whatever he wants with Qingsongzi.

As soon as he heard that Wuliang Sword Ancestor was going to fuse with him, he was almost scared to death.

He knew with his toes that merging with the Infinite Sword Ancestor was definitely not a good thing. I was afraid that he would only end up in a state of complete disarray.

"You want to stop me?"

Wuliang Sword Ancestor stared at Gu Fei and said coldly.

"Tch, hurry up if you want to fuse."

Gu Fei said impatiently.

"no……"

The next moment, Wuliang Sword Ancestor showed a ferocious smile, and then his whole body bloomed with endless sword light. The Wanjian avatar condensed by countless natal swords actually turned into a ball of sword light and enveloped Qingsongzi.

When Gu Fei saw this, he couldn't help but frowned. How could this be fusion? It was simply devouring.

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